Nightwish - The Greatest Show On Earth текст песни, lyrics

Archeon horizon
At first sunrise
Out of pristine [?]
I am "modus perfectum" [?]
Somewhere they're
Lost, sleeping [?]
"After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn't it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it?"
The cosmic law of gravity
Pulled the newborns around a fire
A callous (careless?) cold infinity
In every vast direction
Lonely farer (Lone wayfarer/Lonely pharaoh?) in the Goldilocks zone
She has a tale to tell
From the stellar nursery into a carbon feast
Enter LUCA
The tapestry of chemistry
There is a writing in the garden
Leading us to the mother of all
We are one
We are a universe
Forebears of what will be scions of the Devonian sea
Eons pass writing the tale of us all
The day-to-day new opening
For the greatest show on Earth
Iron (ion?) shadows
Welcoming the outside world to the stuff of stars [?]
Bearing the tree of a biological holy
Enter life
The tapestry of chemistry
There is a writing in the garden
Leading us to the mother of all
We are one
We are a universe
Forebears of what will be scions of the Devonian sea
Eons pass writing the tale of us all
The day-to-day new opening
For the greatest show on Earth
We are here to care for the garden
The wonder of, birth of, every form most beautiful
Every form most beautiful
We are one
We are a universe
Forebears in what will be scions of the Devonian sea
Eons pass writing the tale of us all
The day-to-day new opening
For the greatest show on Earth
After a billion years
The show is still here
Not a single one of your faunas died young
The handy travelers out of Africa
Little Lucy on the Afar
Gave birth to fantasy
To idolatry
To self-destructive weaponry/waggery/venery [?]
Enter the ... [?]
Deep within the past
Atavistic trail of the hunter
Enter Ionia
The cradle of thought
The architecture of understanding
The human lust to feel so exceptional
To rule the Earth
Hunting for shiny rocks
For giant mushroom clouds
The will to do what should be done, but
Enter history
The grand finale
Enter ... [?]
Man, he took his time in the sun
Had a dream to understand
The single grain of sand
He gave birth to poetry
But one day'll cease to be
Greet the last light of the memory
Man, he took his time in the sun
Had a dream to understand
The single grain of sand
He gave birth to poetry
But one day'll cease to be
Greet the last light of the memory
Man, he took his time in the sun
Had a dream to understand
The single grain of sand
He gave birth to poetry
But one day'll cease to be
Greet the last light of the memory
We were here
We were here
We were here
We were here
"We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Sahara. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of those stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here. We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred?"
"There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed into a few forms or into one; and that whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being, evolved."